| Muted as a mustard yellow
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| You don’t say much
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| I wish I had the nerve to say hello
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| I swear I’ll stay in touch
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| On a dog day afternoon
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| Everyone else is in the pool
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| All these people underestimate the water color blue
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| I’ve been runnin' in a circle
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| In my mind’s eye, looking for rain
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| I’m breaking a sweat
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| Oh, I’m a mess
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| And I don’t know if I can see
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| Through all of the clouds
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| Help me figure it out
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| Oh what does it mean?
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| You’re my tangerine
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| My mint green tangerine
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| I’ll help you pick a peach morning dress
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| A Tuesday in your Sunday best
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| Listenin' to your old cassettes
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| Wondering when the sun had set
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| And I’m tossin' and turnin'
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| (Tossin', turnin' around)
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| Searchin' for pieces outside myself
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| All the lines are blurrin'
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| All I can see are your pastels
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| I’ve been running in a circle
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| In my mind’s eye, looking for rain
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| I’m breakin' a sweat
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| Oh, I’m a mess
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| And I don’t know if I can see
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| Through all of the clouds
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| Help me figure it out
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| Oh what does it mean?
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| You’re my tangerine
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| (Tossin', turnin' around)
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| My mint green tangerine
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| (Tossin', turnin' around)
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| Yeah, you’re my tangerine
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| (Tossin', turnin' around)
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| My mint green tangerine
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| (Tossin', turnin' around) |